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That quality, finally, is what distinguishes the film. Director Hudson is perhaps a little too much in love with slow-motion sport photography, but he is an imagist of surpassing skill. Whether it is a matter of getting the light just right in a college cloister, or of perfectly framing a group of runners in training on an ocean beach, or of making one feel that one has seen just how a D'Oyly Carte production of The Mikado must have looked in the '20s, Hudson painstakingly makes an obscure corner of history reverberate in a nearly mythic way. It is lovely work. And like old snapshots of forgotten people from another time, strangely evocative and moving. —By Richard Schickel